New construction for a dark living


“My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary.
My thoughts still cling to the mould’ring Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.”

(H.W. Longfellow in The rainy day)
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